The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 570 - 594 Looking Down from a High Place

Chapter 570: Chapter 594: Looking Down from a High Place Chapter 570: Chapter 594: Looking Down from a High Place “Alright, friends, let’s set off as well,” Lancelot turned to his companions and said, “The location of this cave is fully exposed now. We need to find a new hiding spot.”

“Finished chatting with Tijana?” Bruto asked with a mischievous grin, “You turned down that blue-haired beauty’s proposal, didn’t that make her happy?”

“How do you know that?” Lancelot glanced awkwardly at the others, “Was I really that obvious…”

“Anyone who saw the silly smile on your face just now could guess what was going on,” Alamir spread his hands, “And from my professional perspective, I’d say you two probably discussed some… rather stimulating topics.”

“Shut up, Shuni’s priest,” Lancelot covered his face, “Remember I once saved you.”

——————————————-

Five days later, Geogad’s army had grown to over two thousand. Although Frost Giants were still emerging from the portal, Lancelot predicted that the Demi-god would soon set out. The reason was simple, if there were no external enemies to distract them, his army would likely self-destruct due to infighting soon.

In some ways, Frost Giants and Demons are very similar; they are all arrogant, disdainful of rules and orders. However, in Demon society, High Rank Demons exert crushing dominance over Low Rank Demons, which creates a kind of twisted order.

But the difference in strength among the Frost Giants wasn’t so great. With such a large group of Frost Giants gathered, all vying for dominance over each other, the level of chaos was imaginable.

...

During these five days, they had witnessed at least three large-scale brawls involving more than half of the Frost Giants. The causes were often as foolish as boasting about past battles or wrestling and stone-throwing contests. As the Commander of the whole army, Geogad initially admired his followers’ belligerence and would even cheer loudly for the fighting sides, but after a massive brawl that left over thirty Frost Giants dead, the Demi-god could no longer laugh.

On the morning of the seventh day, the great army of Giants finally set off magnificently. They marched westward, their target being the Glacier Fortress, the lair of the Abyssal Lord. Lancelot and his group also moved out, but instead of using Teleportation Magic to go directly to the destination and wait, they chose to travel parallel to the Demi-god’s army to keep up with the latest situation.

The difference was, Geogad led his army along the flat valleys, whereas Lancelot and his group were traveling over steep ridges. Fortunately, the Frost Giants didn’t move too quickly, and with the supernatural abilities and tools that Lancelot and his companions possessed, this journey wasn’t too tough.

R𝑒ad lat𝒆st chapt𝒆rs at free𝑤ebnovel.com Only.

——————————–

“These guys’ equipment isn’t bad,” Bruto huffed into his palm, then rapidly rubbed his hands together to create warmth, “It’s completely different from Kostcheqi’s minions.”

The group was currently standing atop a mountain peak, looking down on the marching army below. From above, Gorgiad’s army looked like a forest with legs, except each tree was adorned with armor and weapons, a dangerous and bizarre sight.

“It’s because they’re facing different enemies,” explained Old Reap, who had transformed back into human form. Lancelot had ordered a brief rest at this spot with an excellent view, “Us shorter races always try to bring Giants down first, then go for their vulnerable heads and necks, so Giants have learned to focus their protection on their lower body, like wearing thick boots, shin guards, and belts of fur or metal to protect their bellies. The Frost Giants of this plane are always waiting for an opportunity to raid the material plane, so they all dress this way, while the Frost Giants from the higher planes clearly came prepared. They knew exactly whom they were going to face when they stepped through the Gate of Stroddet.”

“I have to say, these big guys look terrifying when they’re fully armed,” Bruto turned his head to look at Lancelot, “How many Frost Giants were there at the Glacial Fortress the last time we went?”

“No more than five hundred,” Lancelot shrugged, “But I guess that number was just a small part of Kostcheqi’s minions.”

“Indeed,” Kalalin joined in. As a Scholar who studied the Abyss, he spoke authoritatively about the internal situation of the Iron Ice Plains, “Kostcheqi always recruits followers by tribe, and those tribes wander the corners of the Iron Ice Plains, waiting for random Portals to appear to raid other worlds. Furthermore, Kostcheqi’s irascible nature is also why there were so few there. Even the most loyal followers could be obliterated when it flies into a rage, and that’s how it got the title Prince of Wrath.”

“Speaking of which, I’ve always been curious about how Kostcheqi persuaded the Frost Giants to abandon Solheim and swear loyalty to itself?” asked Lancelot curiously, “Surely it wasn’t by sending a few Sikoude bards to brag about its deeds among the Giant tribes…”

“It’s a true Demon, after all, much more brutal in its approach,” the Scholar said with a chuckle, shaking his head, “According to various reports, the Prince of Wrath’s typical process for recruiting a tribe goes like this: It appears as an ordinary Giant, then challenges and kills the tribal chieftain. For Frost Giants, strength is paramount. By securing the leadership in this way, Kostcheqi leads the tribe into war against its enemies to see if they ‘deserve’ to serve him. If the results are satisfying, the Prince of Wrath will open a gate to the Abyss and grant the victors the glory of serving him forever on the Iron Ice Plains.”

“So that tribe just… gave up their faith in Solheim?” Lancelot asked, somewhat surprised, “Isn’t that a bit… arbitrary?”

“Well, that’s… you see, first and foremost, Frost Giants definitely aren’t the smartest of their kind, and they worship power above all else. Compared to the high and mighty Solheim, a being like Kostcheqi who descends among them and resolves their grudges has much more appeal. Even without all that, Immortality itself is a great temptation, enough to make these naturally malevolent creatures abandon their original faith.”

“So it is. Sounds somewhat similar to the reason Gray Dwarves fell,” Bruto mused, nodding thoughtfully, “In the battle of the Gate of Stroddet, Gorgiad let too many enemies escape. By now, probably all the inhabitants of the plane know he’s out and about to attack Kostcheqi’s lair. I wonder if those Frost Giants who swore loyalty to the Abyssal Lord will actually honor their vows and defend the Glacial Fortress?”

“As for that, I already have the answer,” Lancelot pointed towards the valley ahead, “I asked everyone to rest here for a reason. Look at those ice blocks sticking out of the snowfield, don’t they seem out of place, and a bit excessive…”